Elio Ardizzone
Stories (2/0)
Pulvis et umbra sumus
“Humans like money, don’t you?” Three years, three years together and those were his last words. Money… Maxime looked at the ceiling fan, he looked at the blades and blankly let his gaze be entertained by the white vanes. He rolled over to the side of the bed and touched the cold marble. Twenty thousand dollars and he was gone. Gone like he arrived. Like a lighting bringing back the day in the night sky he appeared and just like a thunder he disappeared, the echo of his presence reverberating inside Maxime’s memory.
By Elio Ardizzone3 years ago in Futurism
Un sospiro S. 144
The moon was bright, the night sky was clear and the stars framed the Palais Garnier in Paris. The air was warm and dry even though the streets were shiny from a sudden and short lasting summer shower that had caressed the city earlier that day.
By Elio Ardizzone3 years ago in Humans